The Three Of Me Lyrics - The Alan Parsons Project

(Ahh ahh) 

There's a voice on the phone 

Who just called in to say 

"Mr. Jones isn't home, he'll be gone for the day" 

So he pulls down the blind 

To adjust his disguise 

But it's all in his mind which he proudly denies 

Turn the boat back from the weir 

Where to go from here, I can't hide from each face I see 

Looking out from behind them is me 

I'm attempting to guess 

What they meant when they said 

"Mr. Jones and his guest won't be using the bed" 

So if I take the rap 

While they stay out of sight 

I can spring from the trap when the timing is right 

One minute I think I know what I mean 

The next I hear voices inside disagree 

Why are they laughing at me? 

Oww! 

Ha ha ha ha 

Oww! 

Ha ha ha ha 

Ah 

So I pick up the phone 

Someone's asking of me 

Is the real Mr. Jones, Mister one, two or three? 

(One two three) 

So I say that they're not 

But it's not as I say 

'Cause they're all that I''ve got and I can't get away 

Alice waves us through the glass, are we home at last? 

For tomorrow they'll be here you see 

Locked away safe inside there with me 

'Cause tomorrow they'll be here you'll see 

Locked away safe inside there with me 

One minute I think I know what I mean 

The next I hear voices inside disagree 

Why are they laughing at me?